Chapter Nine

My entire body felt as if I was under frozen water. I couldn't breath, speak, even see. The world was a dark storm, not wanting to pass. The only thing keeping me alive was the constant mumble of Draco's voice. Or so I hope it was his. I would get stabs of pain in random parts of my body that would paralyze my thoughts. I could only think of the pain. Something told me that i have felt these things on a much smaller scale. Like growing pains. Suddenly I became numb.

AS if the wild wind stopped completely, my skin tingled with a sense of completeltion that overwhelmed my senses. I thought in sections. Fingers curled slowly. Then my toes, I arched my back, bent my kneees and elbows. Soon my body was back, except for my senses. My eyes were closed, so I couldn't see if I tried. There was no sound around me, not even the slighest whisper. I wanted to know despretely if I could talk.

I squeezed my eyes tightly and prayed that I could see. I opened my eyes and was greeted by a faint light. I squinted, as if I had been in an underground tunnel for one hundred years. From my sense of touch, I felt cloth under my fingers. I could also feel that my hair wasn't in its ponytail anymore. I opened my mouth and groaned as I pushed myself up. I opened my eyes again and found that I was in my old childhood bedroom. Well the soft yellow walls, white bedspread, and tan carpet was the same. So was the white door, three walls full of posters of past boybands and the wall-length mirror with a ballet bar. I looked in the mirror and gasped. Well I guess that settles the hearing problem.

I was thirteen again. My hair was as blonde as the sun is bright and my skin was paler than before. My tattoos were gone leaving my skin looking as virginal as it was the day I was born. My face was bare other my natural flush and my moss green eyes were framed with long thick lashes. My body as wrapped in a navy sun dress and I knew what it was my fourteenth birthday, the day I met Craig.

I scooted off of the bed and walked to the door. If I had to relive this life-changing day, I would hang myself with a bra. I held the cold glass doorknob and wished that I wasn't wher I thought I was. Apparently, fate had spared me the embaressment because I was in the garden I was observing from the room before. The fragrences of the flowers overhelmed the air and I could barely breath. I began to cough.

"Danielle, you will be alright, just give it a moment," A harmonic voice floated into my ears. The voice sounded like milk and honey. I walked onto the cobblestones and waited until the coughing receeded. I could see a figure but not clearly. I took a few more steps, and the figure turned into the shape of a woman. She had long straight platinum blonde hair that haloed her head. She wore light green robes and had a big pregnant belly. I would think that she was eight or nine months.

"How do you know my name?"

"I know many things about you, Danielle. I know that your nickname is Dani, but you allow your father to call you Murphy because that is what he was going to name his son if he had one. I know that your tattoos are in script because words mean everything to you. That you loved choir and are in love with my son, Draco."

I walked closer as she spoke. Her face wasn't hard, like Draco's. She had a heart-shaped face with big cerulean eyes and full lips, which were painted with a rosy red lipstick. A long straight nose balanced the softness of her cheeks and her blody, other than her tummy, showed no signs of pregnancy. She was the most beautiful woman i had ever seen, including my sister and her in-laws.

"Your Draco's mother." She grinned and nodded.

"He looks too much like his father but I gave him his heart. Well I guess that doesn't very much but thats the reason he couldn't- well lets not dwell on that subject too long."

I didn't want to know what she was talking about and refused to think about it. I stepped forward and stood infront of her, unknowing of what I should do. Her hand gestured for me to sit down next her and I did as told. Her eyes were distant and I wanted to know where we were. Appearently she could read minds.

"We are in the frost, a place where the living and the dead can meet without disrupting time. We are represented in our truest, happiest form. Mine is when I was pregnant, you when you were fourteen. We are also sent the the place we felt most at home Usually it is because a person, usually dead, need a favor to be asked of the other, living person. We only have a little time before you black out."

The expalination was so simple that it didn't sink in at first. Then I understood.

"So you need my help?" I asked.

Her eyes clouded over in a distance that I didn't know imaginable. She looked over to the roses. Her mouth parted and then closed. Then she looked in my eyes with a determination that hell on earth could stop.

"You need to remind Draco that he's a Black. Tell him that he's Draco Scorpius Black, not Malfoy"

"What?"

"You heard me."

Her voice was icey and sent a chill down my spine. Then everything went, as she said, black.

My eyes open to a white room with four people in it. Ronald Weasley, Hestia Jones, a pretty brunette in a white coat and my Draco. I wasn't breathing. I opened my mouth and gasped. The air felt like the coldest water, warmest night and fresh breeze. I enjoyed that breath for as long as I could until I remembered my mission.

I reached a hand out and reached for draco. He was close enough to me that I could feel the softness of his black shirt. I ripped it to me and ignored the groan of pain he tried to suppress. The body I was in felt as if I had been treading water for days. My mouth felt dry as I tried to speak. I had to force out the words.

"You are a Black."
"Are you-" He started but I couldn't let him speak. I could tell I was going pass out any second.

"YOU ARE A BLACK. YOU ARE DRACO SCORPIUS BLACK!! NOT A MALFOY A BLACK" I screamed out into the room. If anyone thought I was crazy, I didn't care.

I closed my eyes and slowly let go of his t-shirt. I kept muttering not a malfoy a black until I finally passed out.

Authors note: not my best chapter but it needs to be in here.